A while back I wrote about how needy people at the hotel can be. I have to amend to that petty and absolutely nuts. This is so unbelievable you know it can't be made up. I received a call to go to a room and help a guest with a problem, the bedspread was too lumpy. Thats right. Not the mattress, or mattress pad, the bedspread. lady. Man, thats crazy. It was a quilted thing and I showed her how it was stitched into 10x10 inch squares. She actually said that this would create cold and warm spots. Lady, take a pill or two a glass of vodka and get over it.
Needless to say I have slept in some less than comfortable places. One night I was hitching down the central coast of Cal and had gotten dropped off in Big Sur. I had been picked up by an older man in a "62 Jaguar. Although I am trusting enough to get into strangers cars, when the guy said I could spend the night at his place I just thought it kind of creepy. So I rolled my bag out on a patch ground off the side of the road, but every time a car came around the corner the headlights would shine on me. Well if I just move over a few feet the lights wont hit me. (have you ever been on PCH in the Big Sur area?). Watch the third step, its a doozy. So there I go tumbling down this hillside. If anyone was within ear shot they must have wondered what was going on. I couldn't keep from laughing as I was rolling towards my eternal sleep. Eventually I stopped and decided just to sleep right there and deal with reality when the sun comes up. When it did I saw that had I gone maybe six more feet it was at least another sixty down to the sudsy rocks. Tlak about one of those " what was I thinking moments".
So ladies and gentleman dont complain about lumpy bedspreads or I'll have to give you some matching cranial lumps.
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